The body leaned back slightly, and the arms and calves were instantly covered with goosebumps from the cold.
But there was an indescribable comfort.
It felt like the thrill of cutting class to race back in the day, adrenaline surged, and the fatigue was swept away.
Everything was silent, the sun had already set, and only the sound of wind rustling through the leaves could be heard.
"What are you doing?"
A man's slightly angry voice exploded in the quiet night.
Maeve instinctively pulled her legs back, and after realizing it was Julian Fairchild, she breathed a sigh of relief, "You scared me."
Julian Fairchild frowned and picked Maeve up, "Why don't you care about your body?"
"Just soaking my feet."
Maeve felt a little embarrassed and casually hugged his waist.
Julian Fairchild had a stern look, and he took off his suit jacket, wrapping her restless feet.
"Put this on, it's only a few degrees today..."
